I just found this poem I wrote about 4 years ago XD
I tossed it out
I don’t need that
An old CD
With a broken case
A scratchy disc
Reminds me
Of a simpler place
But now times are hard
And I am grown
And moving on
So fast
Time to leave behind
Outdated, immature
Childish things
From my past
I dug it from the trash
Rescued it again
Parting Has always been
Too mush sorrow
And not enough sweet
I pop it in the player
And hear
That familiar beat
It starts out soft
And kind of slow
A tiny little voice
A few small strums
Lots of Oooos
And a high-pitched “Oh”
The crash of cymbals
The clang of guitars
When a keyboard
Hits the high notes
The real fun starts
I can’t believe I’d throw
This treasure away
Mmm-bopping And du-bopping
Nothing In the world
Ever sounded this gay
I kiss the orangish cover
Those three pouty lips
And long blonde hair
I return the case
To my shelf
The very top
Its rightful place
My roommate
Finds me this way
Dancing and singing
My reputation away
She crosses her arms
“Not this again,” she says
I tell her I’m sure
I don’t know what she means
Then I turn the music up
And she grits her teeth
In such an angry way
She practically screams
“Haven’t I
Suffered enough?
Do you have to listen To Hanson
Everyday?”
